Rumors are going around that we're a couple. 

As popular as she maybe, I'm not interested. She's a great person, but she won't understand a poetic mind like me.

An image of an angel, a soothing voice that nothing less than perfection- but, we just can't. 

They say that we look great together. As if god made us to be with one another.

That's what everybody says but myself.

Love isn't how perfect we may seem to others.